Novels by Renamoon

Zayla could not remember the last time her heart beat without dread, but tonight it managed it—two, maybe three solid thumps of pure, uncut joy. The great hall of Cordiva was chaotic, all bruised knuckles and celebratory shouting, the high windows glowing with the kind of indigo twilight that made the world outside feel solicitous and far away. At the head of the table, the Queen—their mother—sat sinuous and tall, her sleeves rolled to the elbow, laughing in a way that was so unfamiliar it almost hurt to look at her. Even the guards, faces usually locked in predatory readiness, had split into raucous factions, gambling on the outcomes of arm wrestling matches or, in one case, a contest to see who could eat the most pickled eggs without retching.Bella and Zayla, for the first time in all their years, took up their places together at the heart of it: not hiding, not calculating their exits, but simply present. Bella’s hair was a damp rope down her back, her jaw bruised and knuckles spl

When Zayla comes to, she’s on her back, and the sky is a jagged scar above her. The stone circle is half melted, and the altar is a crater. Jenifer is slumped over Bella, who is out cold but breathing, blue scales retreating from her skin.Of Liam, there’s no sign. Not even a shadow.Zayla crawls forward, dragging herself to the edge of the crater. She peers in, expecting to find a corpse or a ruin.Instead, a spiral is burned into the stone at the bottom. It glows with a faint, amber light. Zayla knows, without being told, that it’s all that’s left of him.She slumps next to Bella, feeling the cold settle in her bones. There’s no more pain—just a vast, empty ache.Jenifer sits beside them, hands wrapped tight around her own wrist, staring at the blue sigil.Nobody speaks. There’s nothing left to say.Above them, the sky clears. The storm is over.It takes time for sound to return.The world after the convergence is a muted echo chamber, all the violence spent. Zayla sits in the shado

It was not even midnight when the world turned itself inside out.Zayla felt it first as a metallic taste in her mouth, a wild current slicing through her bones. The sensation was so sudden that she dropped the relic she had been inspecting—the artifact rolled across the uneven sanctuary floor. It clinked against the glassy obsidian, spinning like a coin between fate and chaos. The air in the sanctuary, already razor-thin, now vibrated with a pressure that made her skull hum.The celestial event was heralded for twelve generations and dreaded by every person as arriving a week ahead of schedule.Ari’s panic was instant. With a scream that cut straight through her mind, Ari warned Zayla, “You are NOT READY.” But that wasn’t even half the truth.Against the wall, Bella stood doubled over, hands braced on her knees, strands of wet black hair sticking to her cheeks. Blue scales flickered up one arm, then vanished. Zayla rushed to her, and in that moment, the world stopped pretending it ha

The world outside the spiral is gone. There’s only the circle and the storm.Zayla stands at the center, the ground beneath her stripped raw by wind and power. Her hands are ringed in violet fire, fingers splayed, every nerve alive with the memory of her own bones breaking and rebuilding. Beside her—no, behind her, because Ari insists on a formation—Bella shudders with cold so intense it eats the sound out of the air. Scales creep along Bella’s forearms and up her neck, dark and bright by turns. For a half-breath, Zayla is terrified of her, and then the fear passes; Bella is family, whatever else she might become.The sky churns in colors the human eye shouldn’t register—veins of blue-black and raw gold, splitting and knitting with every lightning flash. The stone circle that cages them is ancient, notched with runes that glow and fade like a heartbeat. Zayla feels their pulse under her feet, a rhythm that promises violence.The storm isn’t just weather. It’s prophecy made flesh, and

They had a good reason to fear a trap.The moment Zayla and Bella pressed their palms against the relic’s cold, coiled bone, the world erupted into chaos. The ceiling hissed and heaved; a web of glassy veins sprang to life, channeling a blizzard of blue fire into the walls. The dead shifters surrounding the column spasm one last time, their bodies hollowed by centuries, but still not nearly hollow enough. Their skulls jerked on broken necks, jaws dropping in near-unison rictus, and what bled their eye sockets wasn’t mere emptiness, but smoke and wrath—shadows erupting like wasps from a nest.Jenifer, Liam, and Amanda hit the floor with trained reflexes just as a shock wave of force flung every living being back from the column. The Queen remained upright, her mouth twisted into a feral, vindicated smile. Zayla, half-blinded, felt the bones in her hands screaming with raw, overcharged power; her vision fractured into violet shards until all she could see was Ari’s fear reflected back a

For the first time in weeks, Zayla wished she could silence Ari’s voice—a fevered whisper thrumming in her mind as the Sanctuary’s inner doors slammed shut behind them. No retreat now. The echo of the lock clicked against her spine, taut like a bowstring drawn tight. Beside her, Bella fidgeted, adjusting her grip around her wrist; the flickering blue scales danced in agitation, pulsating in eerily perfect rhythm with the talisman on the far wall—a spiral of crystal and bone that seemed to call to them, as if it knew their very names.Silence reigned as they ventured deeper into the prophecy chamber. Jenifer’s lips were pressed into a thin line, close as a blade’s edge, while Liam’s hands turned to rigid, white-knuckled fists. Amanda mandated the stillness: “This place… it breathes. The wards are ancient. Angry.”The chamber thrummed with a life of its own, far more than it was haunted. Runes crisscrossing the walls pulsed steadily, each heartbeat drawing their gaze in an irresistible

The trio ventured deeper into the marketplace, the vibrant chaos of the enchanted realm pressing in on all sides. The air was thick with the scent of exotic flowers, roasting meats, and the faintest hint of magic. Cassie, Xavier, and Xiemna moved in sync, their bond unspoken but palpable, a silent promise to face whatever lay ahead together.The stalls grew denser, the alleys narrower, and the shadows darker. The crowd thinned out, leaving them in a labyrinth of twisted paths and hidden corners. It was in one of these alleys, shrouded in a cloak of darkness, that they found the mysterious vendor. His stall was a jumble of trinkets and baubles, each one glowing with an inner light that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The vendor himself was a wizened old man, his eyes milky and blind, yet seeming to see everything."Welcome, travelers," he croaked, his voice like dry leaves rustling. "I have what you seek. Charms that reveal the truth, the hidden, the forgotten."Cassie's eyes w

The enchanted realm morphed once more, the air shimmering as the trio stepped forward. The once-serene chamber transformed into a bustling marketplace, a vibrant tapestry of colors, sounds, and scents that assaulted their senses. Magical beings of all kinds filled the streets, their laughter and chatter creating a cacophony that was both exhilarating and overwhelming.Cassie, Xavier, and Xiemna stood at the edge of the marketplace, their eyes wide with awe and disbelief. The stalls were filled with treasures beyond their wildest dreams—enchanted artifacts, potions that glowed with an otherworldly light, and creatures that seemed to defy the laws of nature. But amidst the wonder, there was a dark undercurrent, a sense of danger that lurked just beneath the surface."Stay close," Cassie whispered, her voice barely audible over the din. "We don't know who or what we can trust."Xavier nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd warily. "We need to find the Oracle. That's our priority."Xiemna's

The enchanted realm seemed to ripple like water disturbed by a stone, and suddenly, a chasm yawned between the trio. Cassie, Xavier, and Xiemna were torn apart, each hurled into a different corner of the shifting landscape. The air crackled with magic, and the once-serene chamber morphed into a twisted reflection of their deepest fears and desires.Cassie found herself in a dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of old wood and faded memories. The walls were adorned with photographs, each one a snapshot of her past with Jesús. She could hear his voice, a soft whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "Cassie," he called, his voice laced with a dark, passionate longing. "I've always loved you. Why do you resist me?"She turned to see Jesús standing in the doorway, his eyes filled with a mix of love and desperation. But there was something else in his gaze, a shadow that sent a chill down her spine. She could see the betrayal, the pain, the darkness that had always lurked beneath

The enchanted realm unfolded before them like a twisted tapestry, each thread a whisper of their deepest desires. The air was thick with magic, a heady perfume that clung to their skin and invaded their senses. The trio moved cautiously, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and trepidation. The landscape shifted around them, reflecting their innermost longings and fears.Suddenly, the path before them opened into a vast chamber. The walls were adorned with murals depicting scenes of love, power, and redemption. At the chamber's center stood a figure, ethereal and radiant, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. Lirael, the guardian of desires, regarded them with a serene smile."Welcome, travelers," Lirael's voice echoed, melodious and enchanting. "I am Lirael. I see the longing in your hearts, the desires that burn within your souls. I offer you a choice: to fulfill your deepest longings or to confront the truths you've avoided."Cassie's eyes widened as she saw Jesús materialize b

The meadow, once a battlefield, now lay in an eerie silence, the remnants of the battle fading like a bad dream. The trio, exhausted but alive, surveyed the area, their breaths visible in the suddenly chilled air. The sun, once warm and inviting, now cast an odd, ethereal glow, as if the very fabric of reality had been stretched thin. Xienma was the first to notice it, a shimmering in the corner of her eye. She turned to see a portal, pulsating with an otherworldly light, standing where once there was only grass. "What is that?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Cassie and Xavier followed her gaze, their eyes widening at the sight. The portal seemed to beckon them, its surface rippling with untapped magic. "It's... beautiful," Cassie murmured, her voice filled with awe. Xavier, ever the pragmatist, was the first to move. He stepped towards the portal, his hand outstretched. "We should see where it leads," he said, his voice steady despite the uncertainty. Xienma nodded, her

The meadow, once a vibrant tapestry of color and life, now stood on the precipice of chaos. The shadows that had lingered at the edges began to coalesce, taking form as Drax's minions descended upon the scene. The air grew cold, and the once joyous music of the festival was replaced by the ominous whispers of the encroaching darkness.Xienma's eyes narrowed as she watched the shadows take shape. She could feel Ana stirring within her, the wolf spirit's growls echoing in her mind. "They seek to take what is ours," Ana snarled, her voice filled with a primal fury. Xienma nodded, her grip tightening on the artifact that hung around her neck. She could feel its power pulsing, amplifying her strength, but she also felt the weight of its cost.Cassie's heart raced as she saw the shadowy figures approaching. She could feel the pull of her love for Jesús, a dark and passionate force that threatened to consume her. But she also felt the bond she shared with Xienma and Xavier, a love that was p